Well, duh, just lock the durned things in the basement until they starve to death, kill each other, or die from old age. (yes, this is my photo, taken last week)
Move. Like right now. Don't take anything with you. Just go.
Well, duh, just lock the durned things in the basement until they starve to death, kill each other, or die from old age. (yes, this is my photo, taken last week)
I think the bigger problem is we aren't sure the spider's dead. It may be out there, plotting it's revenge...
I loved that he used spray paint as the fuel. So even if he didn't burn the place down, he was going to leave quite the mess in that laundry room.
Actually, urinating on a spider kills them instantly and is the safest way.
He should. It's the landlord's duty to provide a livable house, which he/she clearly failed to do by renting out a house with spiders.
Spiders ain't got **** on flying snakes, yo:
[video=youtube;e5sg0dHqW-Q]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5sg0dHqW-Q[/video]
That spider will find him at the Red Cross temporary shelter.
The Red Cross is providing temporary shelter for the home's two residents, whom authorities have not identified.
So--do you use the red straw extension or go nozzle direct?My go-to fire spray fuel was always WD-40.
So--do you use the red straw extension or go nozzle direct?
Well, duh, just lock the durned things in the basement until they starve to death, kill each other, or die from old age. (yes, this is my photo, taken last week)
I can already picture the spider walking away from the slow motion explosion (without looking back, cool spiders do not look back at explosions). If I was this guy, I would sleep with one eye open...
Have to use the straw. Otherwise your flamethrower ends up send a ball of flames everywhere. Which may just be where this gentleman went wrong. Gotta keep that stream tight.
I don't think I'm going to try this method out.
Ah. Not-to-worry, arachnophobes.
In this case, "basement" = root cellar, or "cave" as the natives say. Not attached to the house.
That's one of the charms of old farm houses: you meet critters you never dreamed existed.